"So this is your original appearance? The blueprint within the soul?"
Lourdon observed Lakaz with great interest.
After acquiring the hammer, he had immediately brought the other party into the inner world.
But in the inner world, Lakaz was not a hammer but a dwarf.
His beard was excessively dense and braided into plaits, coiling several times around his waist like hemp rope.
"Blueprint?"
Lakaz seemed to realize he had a form again; he stroked his cheek and touched his beard, standing dumbfounded on the spot, his expression changing from baffled to delighted and then excited beyond control.
"My, my beloved beard has returned!"
He hopped around joyfully, even unraveling his beard to use it as a skipping rope for a moment.
Lourdon silently noted this observation in the database—ancient dwarves of advanced age seemed to have an affection for overly long beards.
"Yo, a newcomer?"
